The ogre warrior Hu Jia was taken aback and hurriedly continued to retreat. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You still ran away?" The minotaur warrior smiled grimly, as if a spring was installed under his feet, and his huge body hit the ground, and flew into the air again to chase Hu Jia and smash him down. Hu Jia seemed to be afraid of the lightning he was carrying, and hurriedly retreated again.

Next, the two chased and fled, and the ground of the arena was smashed to the sound of "dong dong", and finally after more than a dozen rounds, the ogre warrior Hu Jia couldn't avoid it and was smashed by the minotaur warrior! I only heard the sound of "dang", and the weapons of the two sides collided solidly.

The Minotaur warrior was in mid-air, condescending, with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, and a large bolt of lightning suddenly appeared on his body, surging down the blade to Hu Jia's body. Hu Jia's face tightened, and he instantly turned purple, his body began to soften downward, and the blade of the minotaur warrior pressed down a section.

Now Hu Jia knelt on one knee, his hands were flat-ended mace, and he struggled to support him, and the sweat on his forehead instantly appeared. Close at hand, the minotaur warrior had a hideous face, looked directly into Hu Jia's frightened eyes, and sneered: "You're not dead yet?!" ”

As he spoke, a large cloud of lightning poured out of the Minotaur warrior's body, Hu Jia's body trembled with electricity, his hands weakened, and the long knife was already on his neck.

"I'm Thunderhoof, and I'm the winner!" The minotaur warrior roared, and with a drag of the blade, Huga's human head flew up and was grabbed by him. The blood on the neck of the lost head was like a fountain, and the headless corpse shook and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Woo......!" There was an exclamation in the room, but this time no one cheered.

The victorious minotaur warrior felt that something seemed wrong in the atmosphere, and turned around inexplicably with the human head in his hand, looking at the goblin master of ceremonies.

"Humph! You're pretty good at fighting, aren't you? The goblin said coldly, "Since you like to fight so much, why don't you compete with my guards." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a doorway on the edge of the gladiatorial arena was opened, and a group of unusually tall and burly ogres ran out, each armed with a weapon, roaring and pounced on the stunned Minotaur Thunderhoof. Before it was over, the team of ogres rushed out dozens of goblin guards with angry faces, shouting behind them with muskets.

"What is this for?!" As soon as Thunderhoof screamed, he was overwhelmed by the surging crowd, and then the sound of smashing and gunfire mingled, and a pot of porridge was formed in the gladiatorial arena.

After only a dozen seconds, the guards in the gladiatorial arena dispersed, and only two large pieces of meat were left in the place, one was Hu Jia and the other was thunder hooves, but it was completely impossible to tell who was who......

"That's what happens if you don't pay!" The goblin master of ceremonies shouted viciously: "Anyone who fights without paying is an example!" ”

There was silence in the gladiatorial arena, and after a while, the goblin master of ceremonies shouted weakly: "Now, who is going to play?" ”

After this shout, no one answered for a long time, and it was not until the third time that someone left their seats and shouted, "I! ”

Everyone looked and saw a tall and thin Night Elf stand up and walk to the rostrum where the master of ceremonies was.

"Hehe, sure enough, there are still people who are not afraid of death." The goblin sneered.

Cheng Xiaotian and the others were stunned, this thief was the leader of the Seventh Heaven that Zeng Lu met.

Seljuk walked very slowly, and as he walked, his body became lighter and lighter, gradually becoming translucent, and finally disappeared without a trace.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" The goblin muttered disdainfully, and suddenly raised his voice and screamed, "Guard! ”

As soon as this voice came out of his throat, beside him, Seljuk hurriedly appeared in his form, bent down in front of the goblin with a money bag in his hand, and shouted repeatedly: "Here are 100 gold coins, 100!" ”

"That's pretty much it." The goblin's face relaxed, and he took the money bag and flipped it, and pouted towards the field, "Go down." ”

"Hey!" Seljuk crisply agreed, a heavy layer of smoke poured out around him, and a black light flashed, and he had already appeared in the arena, proudly clasping his hands and waiting.

He is a shadow dancer, and the two third-order warriors just now are not enough for him to see, although this is the savage Draenor, the fourth-order is definitely a master among the masters. In order to deter his opponents, he also deliberately wore the union badge on his chest, so that those masters who coveted the throne should not ask for trouble.

This time, the format is simple, with a total of 16 rematch opponents to be decided, and only 7 have just been decided. Since there are still so many opportunities, in his mind, the rest of the masters should avoid meeting him so early.

I have to say that he made full preparations for this gladiatorial fight and planned it carefully, but the reality was not what he thought at all.

Originally, it didn't seem that anyone wanted to go on stage to fight, which was why Seljuk chose to stand up at this time, but as soon as the emcee's words came out, there was an immediate response.

"I'll do it." Someone in the west stand said lightly, although the words were not high, but they clearly reached everyone's ears, hearing this voice, Seljuk's face turned abruptly.

There was a large group of orcs and trolls sitting in the stands, and this one stood out as a troll taller than him, with a longbow behind him and a staff in his hand.

Seeing this person, Seljuk's face was full of disbelief, he took a deep breath, trembled and exclaimed: "Chief Woking! ”

Not only him, but the whole audience was in an uproar, this troll, famous in Azeroth, he was the great leader of the Darkspear trolls, and the first Woking to ally with Thrall to join the tribe! Fourth-order top master!

"You'll be rewarded." In the eyes of everyone, Woking flicked his hand, stretched lazily, and a copper horn flew up and fell in front of the goblin master of ceremonies.

The goblin master of ceremonies stared at the rolling copper plate uncertainly, and after a while, his face suddenly turned happy, and he fell to the ground, holding the precious copper horn above his head, and shouted loudly: "Lord Xie Wojin's reward!" ”

"Hmm." Woking nodded in satisfaction, took small steps, and walked to the arena, where the Azerothians all stood up, either stooping in salute or busily avoiding it.

No one could have imagined in advance that a figure like Wojin would come to participate in the gladiatorial fight, and there was no news that Woking had come to Draenor at all.

Since he appeared, the atmosphere of the scene has begun to sour.

"Lord Wokin, you are ......" greeted Woking who walked down, Seljuk almost nodded, and said with a smile: "I knew you were also here, I would never dare to go to this venue...... Or, if you'll allow you, I'll throw in the towel right now? ”

Seljuk is very wise, although he is both a fourth-order, but he is too different from a hero like Woking, and his combat ability cannot be compared at all, and when it comes to fighting, he is afraid that it will be difficult for him to even hold out for 10 minutes.

Woking's reaction was beyond everyone's expectations, hearing Seljuk's words, he raised his head and smiled silently, and waved his hand casually, "Not busy, not busy, let's take a look first." ”

After Wojin finished speaking, he walked to the center of the field, Seljuk was dumbfounded, this is a bloody arena, take a look? See what?!

Just when Seljuk's heart was beating like a drum and he was uncomfortable, he really came to the excitement, only to hear someone in the east stand sigh and say quietly: "The two of them didn't look at the fight, so I'll go and join in the fun." ”

The crowd was in an uproar, and I saw that in an inconspicuous corner of the East Stand, a man wrapped in a gray robe stood up and walked step by step to the field.

Just when everyone guessed who was coming, the goblin master of ceremonies' face had changed, and at this time, his eyes widened, his lips were purple, and he wanted to stop talking.

"I don't have any money, so you're not going to ask me, are you?" The gray-robed man said helplessly as he tore off his wide cloak, revealing a gorgeous magic robe.

Seeing this person, Cheng Xiaotian was taken aback, it was the Griffin who claimed to be a disciple of Manlanor.

Woke smiled again, "Our magic genius, I didn't expect you to be interested in fighting with me, an old man. ”

Griffin approached the gladiatorial arena step by step, and smiled when he heard this: "I'm not interested in gladiatorial fighting, why don't we admit defeat together?" (To be continued.) )